One year-old Brodie is currently enjoying his first winter in upstate Rome, New York. Mom Cheryl M. says paths have to be plowed for him in the backyard because the snowbanks are much, MUCH bigger than he is.
Like most Corgis, he’s got the squeak-toy killer DNA in his genes. For Christmas he got thirty-six new toys!
Cheryl’s a school teacher, and even some of her sixth grade students included him in their holiday giving.
Surrounded by his booty of plush treasures.
Brodie doesn’t turn his nose up at Nylabones, either.
Those squeakers didn’t stand a chance, even then!
In his Autumn debut, Brodie sported a styling fleece jacket and suede vest to frolic in the leaves. (Note the monogram — Brodie’s got it goin’ on!)
Life. Is. GOOD.
Really, really good!
(Loving the little peanut toe pads).
I am NOT a squeak-toy.
“He’s quite a character, and has been a ham from the start”.
“Brodie is my third Corgi, but certainly not my last.”
Here here, Cheryl! We’re with you on that one!
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Welcome to The Daily Corgi, Brodie!
You are obviously wOOf-tAsTiC.
Brodie is too cute for his own good. Terrific pictures and story! There is nuttin' like a corgi kid!!!